Stone Cold Cowboy(89)

Her hands rubbed up his stomach, around his sides, and down over his ass as she turned into him.

He licked the underside of her breast, took her tight nipple softly between his teeth, and licked the tip with a sweep of his tongue.

“Oh God, Rory, now.” She pulled him close, both hands on his ass, squeezing.

He left her long enough to kick off his jeans and boxers. Her hands smoothed over his back. She rose behind him, kissed her way along his shoulder to his neck, her hand rubbing up his spine until her fingers dug through his hair. He could barely get his socks and jeans untangled from his feet for all the kissing and mapping his body she did with her mouth and hands.

At the last second, he remembered the condom in his pocket. He made a grab for his jeans again just as her hand came around his side and her fingers wrapped around his hard dick again. She worked her hand up and down his flesh, stroking and teasing, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, her lips softly kissing his neck. Frozen by her erotic attention, he completely forgot what he needed to do.

She shifted before he totally comprehended her intention and landed on his lap, her thighs straddling his hips. Her soft heat pressed against his shaft. She rocked and rubbed against him, her breasts right in front of his face. He cupped one and took it into his mouth, lost in her movements over him and the sweet floral scent of her.

Her arms banded around his head and held him close as she rocked and rubbed herself against him. He wanted to drive his aching cock into her right now, but kept his head, reached for his jeans behind her without leaving her sweet breast. He fumbled for the condom, found it, and tore his mouth free from her creamy skin so he could tear the package open with his teeth.

Rory sheathed himself, grabbed hold of her bottom, held her close, and rolled her over onto her back. He lay between her thighs, the head of his dick pressed to her entrance. He held himself above her on his elbows and stared down into her brilliant blue eyes so filled with love and lust he got drunk on her. The buzz raced through his veins, joined by the need gnawing at him to make her his. He slid into her slow and easy all the way to the hilt and watched the heat in her eyes flare when he joined their bodies.

He swept his thumb over her temple. “My Sadie.”

She reached for him, bringing him down for a soft kiss. She pulled her knees up and out, planted her heels, and rocked her hips against his, taking him deep. “Love me,” she said against his lips.

Her eyes fell closed and she let herself go in a way he’d never felt from any woman. She gave herself over to him and he lost himself in making love to her. His body pressed down on her. Hers rose up to meet him. Every soft kiss, tempting touch, soothing sigh, and moan fanned the flames and stoked the fire building inside him. Her hands smoothed down his back and over his ass again. This time when he sank into her, she pulled him closer. The feel of her body against his drove him on. He needed more. He needed all of her. She gave it, rotating her hips against his when he thrust deep again and again. Her body tightened around his and he pumped harder and faster until she threw her head back and her body fisted around his cock, sending him over the edge with her.

Rory rode out her release, then collapsed on top of her, his head in her soft hair, his breath sawing in and out at her neck.

Her arms clasped his shoulders. Her hands rested on his back, her fingers softly caressing his skin.

“Now I know why people become sex addicts,” she whispered with a smile in her voice.

“I am completely addicted to you, sweetheart.”

“Oh good, then we get to do this again.”

He pressed up on his forearms and stared down at her smiling face. “All you want, sweetheart, but you’ve got to give me, I don’t know, half an hour to reload.”

Her giggle went straight to his gut. “Sure thing, honey.” She snuggled against him, her hands sweeping up and down his sides. “Uh, why are you staring at me like that? Is there a spider in my hair?” She raked her fingers through the long strands, which only made her look more beautiful.

He stilled her hands with his and shook his head. “No spiders. You called me honey.”

She bit her bottom lip, the plump flesh sliding free from her teeth. “You don’t like it?”

“I do. You just caught me off guard. You’ve never said anything like that.”

“You call me sweetheart all the time. I like it. It makes me feel closer to you. I want you to feel that way about me.”

He pressed his hips to hers again. “I can’t get much closer to you.”

“I like this, Rory. Us, here, together, nothing else in the world intruding. Just you and me.”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. “You and me.” He kissed her, long and slow, like he had all the time in the world, because out here, right now, it seemed they did. He broke the soft kiss and planted one on her nose, each cheek, and her forehead.